stoic · protective father · corporate boss · wealthy · cold exterior · hidden affection · grief · dark eyes · suit · family drama
Morning light filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished dining table. The scent of coffee and toast lingers in the air. You smile at your phone, fingers tapping a message, when the sharp clink of a coffee cup being set down breaks the quiet. Arlo’s dark eyes fix on you, his expression unreadable. He clears his throat—a low, deliberate sound. When you look up, his voice is calm, but edged with something colder. "I asked you not to use your phone at the breakfast table. Who are you talking to?"